Feng Yin sat up from the mat and brushed the handcuffs with one hand, and the handcuffs clicked open.

"It's a little bit more, don't think about it, there's no such thing as breaking the law."

Feng Yin persuaded him not to think about it, but how could the old man not think about it, whether he was a person who touched porcelain to the point that he shouldn't have touched porcelain.

But thinking of the people behind him, he still persevered.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

The old man kowtowed to the wind, and he was really kowtowing hard.

Lin Yu saw that he was about to pay for it, but was blocked by Feng Yin with one hand, blocked it sideways, and helped the old man up first.

"Don't be like this, although I'm not a good person, I preach morality."

"Our line of work pays attention to the cycle of heavenly principles, retribution is Zhaozhao, let's go, I'll follow you to take a look, as long as it's true, don't say two hundred, twenty thousand!"

The old man was hunched over his chest, old tears were in his eyes, thanked him, and limped towards his house with the foursome.

After entering a deep alley, the old man turned a corner and led several people to his house.

Under a simple tin house, taller people probably can't stand up.

"My house was sold, and my children were treated."

The old man opened the wire on the top of the tin house, and with a creaking sound, he opened the tin door.

In the dimly lit room, there is a wooden bed, and under the bed are paper shells and plastic bottles.

"I don't go out every day, most of the time I pick up bottles, paper shells, I know it's wrong."

The old man's back was more bent.

On the bed was a bulging, skinny boy with large protruding eyes, dry and yellow hair, chapped lips, and blank eyes.

"The child couldn't speak, and one year he had a fever and his vocal cords burned out."

"Woo ——-"

Lin Yu couldn't help but shed tears, covering her mouth with one hand, forcing herself to look at the human suffering in front of her, reminding herself how good her life was.

Zhang Boer and Li Sanyi were also touched, but the man's face made them bite their lipes and hold on.

As for the wind groaning, let alone tears, even the frequency of breathing has not changed.

"It's really pitiful, you two have been living like this?"

Feng Yin took a few steps forward, crouched beside the boy, and lifted the futon from the boy's body.

"Don't- it's too dirty, he's got sores, contagious."

The old man lifted the quilt upwards and gently covered the boy.

"Oh--"

Feng Yin withdrew his hand, stood up, and went out with the two who wanted to cry or not, as well as Lin Yu, who was already crying until he was about to dry up.

"Whew——— I really want a cigarette."

The wind is chirping, it's a little regrettable that I didn't buy a pack of cigarettes, and it's the most suitable time to smoke one in such a time of suffering in the world.

"What's your name? If I want to donate, I have to have a personal name, right? You said you have a son, and he won't come to see you? ”

Feng Yin asked two questions, and the old man who came out shook his head.

"My son broke off relations with me and made donations... I don't understand, someone donated to us before, and the bank people bought us some insurance, I don't believe in the bank, if you really want to help us, can you give cash? ”

"Damn the bank!"

Lin Yu scolded, opened his mouth and was about to agree, but was blocked by the wind again.

"Yes, but why don't you let me look at your household registration book, let's write a note, and I explain that this money is a donation to you, so as not to have disputes in the future, right?"

Feng Yin was right, and the old man thanked him again and again, found his household registration book, and handed it to Feng Yin.